Things   Just ain't like they used to be   Things   Sure ain't like they used to be...      (Deacon)   Put her out in the cold, didn't want her close to he   'Cause his granddaughter's diffrent than she suppose to be   Diluted their genes, it stopped the music, it seemed   That they'd only seen polluted stream, and that wasn't clean   Said he could almost no longer stand to breathe   From this pure horror, more worse than Amityville   So what's next? Don't answer me, yield; yup   This is a normal occurance, not something randomly real   Ain't even allowed visits over a child's pigment   His in-crowd ign'ant, a situation: "Wow!" isn't it?   Hard times, baby daddy grinds to support   His mother and a few other friends privately in her fort   For short stays, ya know? But more aid was needed   Baby is like a year and a half old now and speaking   More than I can say about that man with his child   They can't even come face to face and share smiles   Raining pure pain on her life by staying distant   Like she spawned a fucking anti-Christ or a Satan infant   Blatant mentions about family blood won't leave   Loves her deeply, but evil sends its opposite feed   Too set in his ways to ever relate   If he could just set that aside, there'd be heaven to pay   Then, weathered and aged time swept him to grave   Love conquers all? Shit, I'd say that area's grey      Old fashioned people, they never know why   Old fashioned people, they never know why   Old fashioned      (Deacon)   Most don't even know why they believe what they believe, man   Never taking a second to look at life   Bad water in our seeds, y'all, still growing weeds, dawg   In the dark, walls blocking all that light   Most don't even know why they believe what they believe, man   Never taking a second to look at life   Bad water in our seeds, y'all, still growing weeds, dawg   In the dark      (Immortal Technique)   Looking at life in retrospect it's hard to regret   Stuck in your ways 'cause hatred is hard to forget   Niggas talk all religious trying to barter with death   Parts of the flesh wrinkle up while you start to reflect   And even though nobody's life is ever perfect   You start to wonder if all the pain was really worth it   Pondering the purpose of living, the curse that was given   Dreaming about freedom and escaping the prison   People who pimp children are really raping religion   The Matrix is fiction placed in a vision   But now the technology follows me solemnly   Building the future laws to my philosophy   Alzheimer's cutting through like a lobotomy   Not even the golden arthritis of King Midas   Could buy comfort and peace for the righteous   I survived disease and political crisis   By backstabbing gnomes that are now lifeless   And now I live vicariously through my kids   Like people who love the sport, but can't play for shit   Fighting glaucoma, front the cops taking a hit   I slip into a coma, roaming over the planet   Leaving the gold and the granite, the old and the famished   But just before I vanish as I think I'm right at the end   The sun becomes the light of my birth and I live again   Yeah, nigga, remember way back when?      Old fashioned people, they never know why   Old fashioned people, they never know why   Old fashioned people, they never know why   World is changing day to day   Moves so fast, it leaves them in another time